Bruce's Address (chapbook)/Tom Bowling
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Tom Bowling.
HERE a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling,
The darling of our crew;
No more he'll hear the tempest howling,
For death has brought him too.
His form was of the manliest beauty;
His heart was kind and soft;
Faithful below he did his duty,
And now he's gone aloft.
The darling of our crew;
No more he'll hear the tempest howling,
For death has brought him too.
His form was of the manliest beauty;
His heart was kind and soft;
Faithful below he did his duty,
And now he's gone aloft.
Tom never from his word departed,
His virtues were so rare,
His friends were many and true-hearted,
His Poll was kind and fair,
And then he'd sing so blyth and jolly,
Ah! many's the time and oft,
But mirth is turn'd to melancholy,
For Tom is gone aloft.
His virtues were so rare,
His friends were many and true-hearted,
His Poll was kind and fair,
And then he'd sing so blyth and jolly,
Ah! many's the time and oft,
But mirth is turn'd to melancholy,
For Tom is gone aloft.
Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather,
When he, who all commands.
Shall give, to call life's crew together,
The word to pipe all hinds.
Thus death, who kings and tars dispatches,
In vain Tom's life has doff'd,
For tho' his body's under hatches,
His soul is gone aloft.
When he, who all commands.
Shall give, to call life's crew together,
The word to pipe all hinds.
Thus death, who kings and tars dispatches,
In vain Tom's life has doff'd,
For tho' his body's under hatches,
His soul is gone aloft.
FINIS.